The Reflective Eclectic
The Thought Factory
It seems as though my mind is a thought factory, working constantly at peak capacity, three shifts a day, seven days a week. It manufactures thoughts to order, as when I sit with a patient and she asks me what I think; but, mostly, it churns them out on speculation. It crams the warehouses full of thoughts, floods the pipeline, and offers overstock specials. The thought factory is at full…